1 Year Ago I Felt Mislead, Misunderstood, and Delusional
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I don’t feel real. Nothing I am matters. I think about everything. Yet nothing simultaneously. I want to be liked. I change who I am to be liked. I don’t trust other people. I think I am the problem. I will never feel understood. But I want to. The point of my life is to undo the dissonance. To see and be felt, in real time. As it happens. I look at people I once knew and I want them to know…